Sound of the strings

by Abhishek Karlannavar (India)

A leap into the unknown India

Sound of the strings ............ Not too far from the shores, Goa, is where their hopes and love still exists. Four decades passed but not his unconditional love towards her. The hot coastal sun and cool breeze are the proof. As an Architecture student , it was indeed a pleasure to document the architectural heritage of Goa. The narrow streets once witnessed hundreds of musicians who stole the hearts of many but now one could only hear a Guitar playing at the dead end . Shyam Fernandis, sixty nine year old guitarist, who plays live for the tourists at the cost of two hundred rupees per hour. I was also fortunate to witness his music. Fernandis not just played Guitar, he narrated stories while playing. There lived a beautiful lovers . As common in most of the love stories, they were made far apart from their respective families, Since they were belonging to opposite religions. But the gentleman remember his lover saying - " It's obviously not okey to get married with some unknown person. Let's not die with regrets...... let's not leap into the dark..... let our love continue, though we have different life partners." Mr. Fernandis ended his guitar play with eyes filled with tears and thanked everyone for listening to his music. An old lady sitting right next to me asked - " did you like the live concert of Mr. Fernandis? " and I said " yes off course it was mind blowing and overwhelmed with love " . She smiled and replied - " Hahaha , I always tell Fernandis , our love story will definitely blow the minds of younger generation " and I was shocked. Amidst the silence of streets , the sounds of strings proved their love has no end. Cheers to their endless love.